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Part 3: A Folkloric Social Story - In the Markets and Corners: Hassan the Snake Charmer and Incense Carrier
Hassan the Gypsy, my incense seller. We begin a new journey and adventure from Hassan's tales. Hassan is shaped like a snake charmer, working as a magician and a spiritual guide, extracting scorpions and snakes from the most difficult places. He is an incense seller, roaming the streets, cafes, and shops, spreading the scent of his incense everywhere. One day, he even managed to reach the ports, ships, and even took to the air. Hassan the charmer, holding his stick and his white turban, with his basket of palm fronds hanging on his shoulder. The secret within it is filled with snakes, and his words have no end—beautiful words that could make a tale.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Timepiece: A Journey Through Time and Choices
In a quaint village surrounded through misty mountains, a younger clockmaker named Elias stumbled upon a weird timepiece in his grandfather’s attic. It become not like any clock he had ever seen—golden gears glimmered with a faint, airy glow, and its fingers moved inconsistently, defying the legal guidelines of time.
By Tamer saleh2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 17
Follow the story thread: You're now on Chapter 17. To fully understand the narrative, consider starting from the beginning with Chapter 1. If you're looking to recap the previous chapter, you can find Chapter 16 here – and then dive back binto the story with renewed context.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
Ravana: The Legendary King of Lanka
Ravana, a figure steeped in both myth and history, stands as one of the most powerful and complex characters in Hindu mythology. Known primarily as the primary antagonist in the ancient Indian epic, the Ramayana, Ravana is often remembered as a demon king. However, his story is far more nuanced, and he is revered by many as a wise and capable ruler. Ravana's legend is woven into the rich tapestry of South Asian cultural traditions, and his life story continues to captivate imaginations across the world.
By vidun Arambage2 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST SPARK
Marlene's hands trembled as she touched the small locket around her neck, a ritual that had become as natural as breathing through her filtration mask. Inside, a curl of her father's gray hair lay pressed against a faded photo—the last Christmas before everything went wrong. She could still smell the pine needles from their contraband tree, and could still hear her father's laugh as he handed her the tiny silver locket. "Something to keep your memories close," he'd said, not knowing how precious memories would soon become.
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Among Gods: A Mythic Journey You Can’t Miss
Have you ever wondered what happens when ancient powers clash in a modern world? When gods and Titans, bound by grudges and fragile truces, collide over love, betrayal, and power? Daphne Nightrose’s gripping novel, Shadows Among Gods, takes readers on an unforgettable journey where the ancient and modern blend seamlessly.
By Daphne Nightrose2 years ago in Fiction
The Bold Never Go Out of Race
The Bold Never Go Out of Race In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills, there stood a modest school named Hillcrest Academy. It wasn’t known for its grandeur or prestige, but rather for the students who carried stories of resilience and courage—none more inspiring than Ella’s.
By Angie green2 years ago in Fiction
Best Real Money Earning Apps in India: Play, Earn, and Unleash Your Inner Movie Buff
If you’re a movie buff like Zachariah Swope, you’ll agree that the world of entertainment holds a magic of its own. But what if I told you that your love for movies and entertainment could help you earn real money? Intrigued? Let me introduce you to Fanizm, one of the best real money earning apps in India. Fanizm doesn’t just offer games; it blends your passion for entertainment with exciting opportunities to earn, all from the comfort of your mobile phone or desktop.
By real estate2 years ago in Fiction
A traveler across times
The narrator begins: My name is Adnan. I was born into a Muslim Egyptian family in a village in the south of the country, where ancient traditions intertwined with tales of bygone times. I became aware of the world when I was three or four years old, and my earliest memory is of my elder brother's wedding. I wore bright white clothes adorned with joy and played in the spacious courtyard of our house alongside my brother, who was three years older than me. At the far end of the courtyard, religious singers and musicians gathered, while barbers busied themselves preparing the groom. But they were also there for another purpose—circumcision. This ritual was performed during such occasions, not in hospitals as it is today. While I was playing, I heard a voice say, "The younger one first!" I didn’t realize they meant me until I found myself being carried toward the man who would perform the procedure. It all happened quickly amid the sounds of chants and music. I felt no pain, as if blessings enveloped me. Afterward, they carried me to the second floor, where my mother greeted me with her cheerful face, saying, “Congratulations, and may your wedding come soon.” In truth, I wasn’t circumcised then. My mother later told me I was born circumcised, insisting that angels had circumcised me. Yet, when I drift into my thoughts and memories, I feel that in another era, I had undergone circumcision in a manner different from my brother’s experience. He, being older than me, underwent the procedure as part of the same celebration and suffered greatly, fainting and causing a commotion in the courtyard. Perhaps this moment marked the beginning of my great existential questions: Who am I? I was born into a rural family. My father was a strong and respected man who owned agricultural lands worked by the villagers and those from neighboring areas. He also held a position with the police. My mother was a homemaker with deep religious upbringing, the daughter of one of the village’s prominent sheikhs who served as both a counselor and healer using the Quran. We were ten siblings—seven boys and three girls—and I was the youngest of them all. Despite the comfortable life we led, I always felt I didn’t belong to this place. A mysterious feeling of being an outsider lingered within me, as if I had come to them by an unknown fate. I saw my family as an embodiment of strength and nobility. My father was a man respected by all, yet inside me, there was a struggle I couldn’t comprehend. I often had strong opinions that my family listened to, earning me the nickname “The Sheikh of Justice.” I despised oppression and defended the oppressed, even if it meant standing against one of my siblings. I loved horses passionately; they loved me back, and no one could rival my equestrian skills. My mother had a special affection for me. She would share her stories and songs with me, trusting me with her words. I was the only son she insisted on enrolling in public schools instead of religious ones. Even my elder brother followed the same path because of me. Despite this privilege, the sense of estrangement persisted, as though I had lived another life in another time, with an old story that never left my mind. Deep within, I believed that in a distant era, I was someone else in another place, within a great kingdom. There were vast green lands, rivers, gardens, and flowers blooming year-round. I was the son of a prominent family, with noble parents, warrior siblings, and loyal servants and guards. My elder brother, three years older, and I trained in horseback riding and martial arts, receiving private education in our grand palace. But one day, disaster struck. The kingdom fell to invaders, and the defenders retreated. To protect our lives, our parents decided to send us away with a loyal servant. I vividly remember their farewell, as if they knew they wouldn’t see us again. My father told the servant, “These are your sons now. Take them to the hill and watch from afar. If we prevail, you may return. If not, they are your responsibility.” Despite our protests, the decision was final. The kind servant took my brother and me on horseback, equipped with enough money and provisions to keep us hidden until the danger passed. The journey was arduous. We traversed valleys filled with venomous snakes and scorpions and sought refuge in a cave atop a mountain. When we approached the cave, the servant entered first to ensure it was safe. Inside, he found a human skeleton near the entrance. He lit a pile of dry branches, revealing a giant lizard that he quickly killed with his sword. After ensuring our safety, we settled for the night. Before sunrise, we left the cave, heading to a valley with trees, flowers, and springs to bathe and let our horses drink. The servant had a destination in mind, but he never shared it with us. Throughout the journey, we crossed mountains and rivers and walked through enchanting forests. But fate was unkind. We were ambushed by bandits who kidnapped my brother and fled. The servant fought valiantly against the attackers but fell, drenched in his blood, after killing two of them. I was left alone with my horse and the servant’s mule carrying the provisions. Unsure where to go, I wandered through rugged paths, hoping to find my brother or escape this uncertain fate. As night fell, I rested under a massive tree with beautiful flowers, letting exhaustion take over. Suddenly, my horse’s neighing and a voice saying, “This is the one we’re looking for!” woke me up. I opened my eyes to see two familiar faces—faces resembling my current parents! After that, I saw nothing more… until I woke up in my new home, among my new family. Is this reincarnation? A dream lodged in childhood memories? Or is there a deeper secret I cannot grasp? I do not know… but to this day, I feel I have never truly belonged to this world.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
